Underground legend Madlib made a beat that sounds like sneakers in a dryer for his fellow Oxnard, California rapper M.E.D. and Odd Future's Hodgy Beats to rap over. Then Henry Demaio and Rory Gamble digitized them into an animated video that's like Yellow Submarine meets Fritz the Cat. It's fun to watch.
As much as I love LCD Soundsystem, as sure I am that their final live performance, just announced to take place on April 2nd, will be totally awesome, I'm not sure I can get myself to attend a concert with a dress code. (I know I'm being curmudgeonly here—and a Madison Garden full of everyone wearing only black and white will make for great video and photographs. But still. I'm old!) Nevertheless, the event is even more exciting in that the recently reformed art-disco-rock band Liquid Liquid will be opening the show. It's perfect.
So I've spent the last week telling everyone about my favorite new song, "Pushin' Aside, Push It Along," by First Serve, which is two-thirds of De La Soul pretending to be a pair of young, aspiring rappers from Queens. Now comes the next installment in the lead-up to a full-length album which will arrive on April 2: a short video, that tells the story of First Serve's fictional label, Goon Time Records. The animated backgrounds are terrific—like those Hawley Pratt and Fritz Freleng designed for the old "Pink Panther" show.
Animator Ned Wenlock directed this excellent video for Wesleyan synth rockers MGMT, to go with the song they recorded for the installment of the Late Night Tales compilation series they recently curated. It's a cover of a song from Bauhaus's 1982 album, The Sky's Gone Out.
Crap. Anthony Lane's review of Terry Gilliam's The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus makes me sad. Because it is not a glowing rave, and I was really looking forward to this movie and wanted it to be good. I still want to see it. But this criticism, like so much of Lane's writing, is very astute: "I have no idea… whether C.G.I. was the best or the worst thing that could have happened to Terry Gilliam. His gifts of invention were already so fecund, and so prolix, that this newfound ability to construct anything that drifts into his mind's eye-as opposed to the ramshackle, hand-drawn delight of his [...]
